Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.